Showing posts with label Valentine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Valentine. Show all posts
Monday, May 11, 2020
Thursday, February 14, 2019
021419
Valentine's card
signed by my late wife
through the slot
Tuesday, February 13, 2018
Sunday, February 14, 2016
Monday, February 16, 2015
holiday poem
This sonnet earned 2 LOLs on the spouse-o-meter.
There's Such A Thing As Just Too Much
So this is why my heartfelt pen is dry
These holidays in flood demand a verse
There's one for each and each is getting worse
Today it's pudding made with grated leeks
Next Wednesday we salute the buttercup
On slug day morn you may not once ask why
From mute day dawn to dusk no one can speak
Concision day will end so ver abrup
In quick succession days for anything
And nothing pass with light and eldritch sound
Parades, balloons, and gimcrack toys galore
Tindalos Day! The sharpness of the Hounds
A holiday because all birds have wings
A day of thanks there aren't any more
Walt Kelly knew how dangerous holidays can be.
There's Such A Thing As Just Too Much
So this is why my heartfelt pen is dry
These holidays in flood demand a verse
There's one for each and each is getting worse
Today it's pudding made with grated leeks
Next Wednesday we salute the buttercup
On slug day morn you may not once ask why
From mute day dawn to dusk no one can speak
Concision day will end so ver abrup
In quick succession days for anything
And nothing pass with light and eldritch sound
Parades, balloons, and gimcrack toys galore
Tindalos Day! The sharpness of the Hounds
A holiday because all birds have wings
A day of thanks there aren't any more
Walt Kelly knew how dangerous holidays can be.
Saturday, February 14, 2015
Happy Valley Times Day, Bun Rab
36 Valentinesez
in a row is quite a lot
of poetry
(not counting this)
in a row is quite a lot
of poetry
(not counting this)
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
021214
2 days to Hearts & flowers day
the poet tends to flinch
my love is on a diet
and flowers crowd her bench
a poem every holiday
routine! he must do better
painting's out, and costly bling
could I just write a letter?
the poet tends to flinch
my love is on a diet
and flowers crowd her bench
a poem every holiday
routine! he must do better
painting's out, and costly bling
could I just write a letter?
Monday, February 14, 2011
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Valentine's poem
Bride of Him
in every fold
of every shell that grows
even stones record
Her holy name in love
what if the Two should part?
in every fold
of every shell that grows
even stones record
Her holy name in love
what if the Two should part?
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